Buffygate Fic: Talk Tomorrow 43/100
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polgara_5A/N: I know, I know, a day late with this one. But real life has been super hectic and I’m having a hard time finding time to write. And real life is going to continue on this trend for the next week or so. Therefore, I’m not going to update this fic for two weeks. Look for the next update on Saturday, May 6.
Title: Talk Tomorrow 43/100
Author: Polgara
Rating: PG
TtH Prompt: #29 Heartache
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Stargate
Wordcount: 735
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: My site – Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, Wormhole Crossing, and TtH.
Spoilers: Takes place in season nine of SG-1, so definitely new characters and situations. Plus anything before is fair game. Everything of Buffy is fair game.
A/N: This was written for the tth100. Hopefully, all of these entries will be loosely linked together.
Series: Buffygate
Summary: The aftermath.
Talk Tomorrow
Buffy stared down at the ashes piled in front of her feet. It was hard to believe that someone so tall could be reduced to something so small. This was not a fitting end for Angel. He had deserved better. She jumped slightly as Daniel lightly placed a hand on her arm.
“Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes filled with sympathy.
“Yeah,” she said softly. She could see blood seeping through his makeshift bandage. “We need to get you to Dr. Lam. You’ll probably need stitches.”
“You will, too,” he said pointing at her bloody arm.
“Nope, slayer healing, remember,” she said. She brushed away the blood to show that the cut had already stopped bleeding.
“Lucky,” he muttered.
She smiled grimly at him and then led him out of the school.
“Wanna talk about it?” He asked, once Buffy started navigating her car back to the base.
“Not really.”
“That was a big deal back there. Are you sure you don’t…”
“I said no,” Buffy tersely replied. Her knuckles were turning white from gripping the steering wheel so tight.
“You can’t…”
“Daniel!” She cried, cutting him off again. She took a calming breath and in a softer tone she said, “Maybe later, okay. Right now, I just want to crash – even if it’s just in my room on the base and not at my house. I’m exhausted.”
He nodded his head and dropped the subject. He knew she hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep over the past week. Making a mental note to talk to her tomorrow, he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.
XXXXXXXXXX
Buffy lay on her bed on the base staring at the ceiling. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to fall asleep. All she could see was the pile of dust that had once been Angel. It felt as though it was haunting her.
Shouldn’t this be easier the second time around? It wasn’t like she and Angel had been all that close over the past four years. All they really had were remembrances of heartache from her high school days.
She felt her chest painfully constrict as the full impact of what happened hit her. She had killed her first love to save the world… again. It wasn’t fair. Not to her and not to him. The only one who benefited was the world.
Sobs racked her body over the loss of another loved one and the trust of two of her teammates, and she wasn’t sure which hurt more.
Why did these things always happen to her?
XXXXXXXXXX
Cameron Mitchell still wasn’t sure why he hadn’t gone home. After General Landry had placed them on downtime and Buffy and Jackon’s quick departure, he had retreated to his office to do some paperwork. However, his thoughts kept straying to his two teammates. He had no idea what caused them to leave in such a rush, but he had a feeling it wasn’t good.
So he had hung around as long as possible to see if they had made it back okay. At least, that was they reason he kept giving himself. It had nothing to do with wanting to talk to a certain blonde in an effort to at least get the communication flowing again.
While he had been in the shower they had returned to the base. He had already spoken to Jackson who was getting stitches in his arm. Thankfully that was the worst of his injuries and Buffy was similarly injured – at least, that’s what Jackson had said. The vampire who had sent them to that other dimension hadn’t fared as well and wouldn’t be back to bother them again.
He wanted to see for himself that Buffy was really okay and headed to her room. But the sounds of sobbing could be heard through the door and he paused just before knocking. Buffy was definitely the strong warrior type and had probably held off those tears until she was alone.
His understanding of her and her life grew just a little deeper. She really was carrying a heavier burden than any of them could ever think about and yet always showed a strong, confident front. He had a feeling that she would think less of herself if anyone saw her in that state so he lowered his hand and walked away.
He’d talk to her tomorrow.
Title: Talk Tomorrow 43/100
Author: Polgara
Rating: PG
TtH Prompt: #29 Heartache
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Stargate
Wordcount: 735
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: My site – Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, Wormhole Crossing, and TtH.
Spoilers: Takes place in season nine of SG-1, so definitely new characters and situations. Plus anything before is fair game. Everything of Buffy is fair game.
A/N: This was written for the tth100. Hopefully, all of these entries will be loosely linked together.
Series: Buffygate
Summary: The aftermath.
Talk Tomorrow
Buffy stared down at the ashes piled in front of her feet. It was hard to believe that someone so tall could be reduced to something so small. This was not a fitting end for Angel. He had deserved better. She jumped slightly as Daniel lightly placed a hand on her arm.
“Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes filled with sympathy.
“Yeah,” she said softly. She could see blood seeping through his makeshift bandage. “We need to get you to Dr. Lam. You’ll probably need stitches.”
“You will, too,” he said pointing at her bloody arm.
“Nope, slayer healing, remember,” she said. She brushed away the blood to show that the cut had already stopped bleeding.
“Lucky,” he muttered.
She smiled grimly at him and then led him out of the school.
“Wanna talk about it?” He asked, once Buffy started navigating her car back to the base.
“Not really.”
“That was a big deal back there. Are you sure you don’t…”
“I said no,” Buffy tersely replied. Her knuckles were turning white from gripping the steering wheel so tight.
“You can’t…”
“Daniel!” She cried, cutting him off again. She took a calming breath and in a softer tone she said, “Maybe later, okay. Right now, I just want to crash – even if it’s just in my room on the base and not at my house. I’m exhausted.”
He nodded his head and dropped the subject. He knew she hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep over the past week. Making a mental note to talk to her tomorrow, he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.
XXXXXXXXXX
Buffy lay on her bed on the base staring at the ceiling. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to fall asleep. All she could see was the pile of dust that had once been Angel. It felt as though it was haunting her.
Shouldn’t this be easier the second time around? It wasn’t like she and Angel had been all that close over the past four years. All they really had were remembrances of heartache from her high school days.
She felt her chest painfully constrict as the full impact of what happened hit her. She had killed her first love to save the world… again. It wasn’t fair. Not to her and not to him. The only one who benefited was the world.
Sobs racked her body over the loss of another loved one and the trust of two of her teammates, and she wasn’t sure which hurt more.
Why did these things always happen to her?
XXXXXXXXXX
Cameron Mitchell still wasn’t sure why he hadn’t gone home. After General Landry had placed them on downtime and Buffy and Jackon’s quick departure, he had retreated to his office to do some paperwork. However, his thoughts kept straying to his two teammates. He had no idea what caused them to leave in such a rush, but he had a feeling it wasn’t good.
So he had hung around as long as possible to see if they had made it back okay. At least, that was they reason he kept giving himself. It had nothing to do with wanting to talk to a certain blonde in an effort to at least get the communication flowing again.
While he had been in the shower they had returned to the base. He had already spoken to Jackson who was getting stitches in his arm. Thankfully that was the worst of his injuries and Buffy was similarly injured – at least, that’s what Jackson had said. The vampire who had sent them to that other dimension hadn’t fared as well and wouldn’t be back to bother them again.
He wanted to see for himself that Buffy was really okay and headed to her room. But the sounds of sobbing could be heard through the door and he paused just before knocking. Buffy was definitely the strong warrior type and had probably held off those tears until she was alone.
His understanding of her and her life grew just a little deeper. She really was carrying a heavier burden than any of them could ever think about and yet always showed a strong, confident front. He had a feeling that she would think less of herself if anyone saw her in that state so he lowered his hand and walked away.
He’d talk to her tomorrow.
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on 2006-04-28 04:12 am (UTC)Poor Buffy. *hugs her*
Both her boys are sweet. Daniel doesn't want her to bottle so he pushes a bit and when he does understand makes a note to talk to her later. And Cam's starting with the 'redemption' *g* by a) worrying about where she went and why and b) respecting her privacy... and planning to talk to her tomorrow. (Hmm, if he caught Daniel there first would he be jealous? ::Ponders::)
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on 2006-04-29 02:04 pm (UTC)I hope your RL hasn't been too hectic for you too.
Like I promised, Cam's head is slowly getting out of his ass. I like him too much to make him an ass forever. But you know how things are, nothing goes as planned. ;)